"This is my fucking kingdom too, Hera, and you don't get to sideline me. You don't get to decide on your own. We're supposed to be a fucking team, but look at us, we don't look nothing like a team," Angelo said, now that he was composing himself.
It was funny how glued together they were even when they were fighting. What were they both afraid of? If anything, it was just them in the room anyway. They could do whatever they wanted and still get away with it, and no one would question them.
"oh yeah? Well, I'll need you to answer my fucking question, mate, and don't you lie to me because I will know," Hera said, finally pulling herself from Angelo.
This duo was truly chaotic. She wanted to have a seat, but somehow in the middle of their argument, they had gotten in a breaking competition, and the only thing standing was the immovable wall shelf. Angelo looked at Hera, wondering what else she was going to surprise him with.
